Chapter 30
Liu Woxing, the daughter of Yuxing Entertainment, not only had first-hand information about the entertainment industry but could also control entertainment media and guide public opinion.
As early as the first day of the show, Xu Shuangrong had already set her sights on her.
She had investigated Liu Woxing’s preferences in advance, chose the same room as her, and chatted with her every night about life, ideals, and philosophy. In the end, she successfully became close friends with Liu Woxing.
Now it was time to reap the rewards.
She played the pitiful card in front of Liu Woxing, hinting that Xie Mi was secretly seducing Xiao Jingxi.
If Liu Woxing believed her, she would have the staff of Yuxing Entertainment write an article and publish it. That way, she could use Liu Woxing’s hand to get rid of Xie Mi.
Who knew Liu Woxing would say, “It’s all Xiao Jingxi’s fault. It has nothing to do with Xie Mi.”
She didn’t fall for it.
Xu Shuangrong had no idea what went wrong.
From her observations, Liu Woxing and Xie Mi barely had any interaction.
“I think so too.”
Xu Shuangrong wiped her tears and smiled. “At that moment I almost misunderstood Xie Mi, but it’s wrong to doubt others without evidence, so I chose to trust her.”
Only then did Liu Woxing relax her furrowed brows and smile. “It’s good that you think this way.”
Xu Shuangrong forced smile.JPG
The intel she gathered was wrong. She could only change strategies for now.
Meanwhile, Xie Mi was still happily surfing Weibo 10G, munching on gossip with great relish.
The CP fans of Xiao + Xu had collectively turned against Xiao Jingxi, becoming Xu Shuangrong’s solo fans instead, and were cursing Xiao Jingxi as a scumbag.
Some former fan-site managers even released Xiao Jingxi’s unedited candids. A few of them looked downright awful because of the lighting, which fans used as fuel to mock his looks.
This time, Xiao Jingxi’s solo fans couldn’t sit still.
Don’t forget, when Xiao Jingxi was already a top actor, Xu Shuangrong was still a nobody. If we’re talking fanbase strength, of course the Xiao Army was stronger.
The Xiao Army came charging in shouting, “We raise the banner for Jingxi!” They listed all the benefits Xu Shuangrong had enjoyed because of the CP ship, concluding: She got the benefits and still acts like a victim.
The Xu Army got mad: Just because you’re more famous, you think you can dump her? Even princes face the same law as commoners!
The Xiao Army sneered: When our man won Best Actor, your girl was still playing cannon-fodder roles. Leeching off him is fine, but don’t push your luck.
Xu Army: We don’t argue with idiots.
Xiao Army: You’re the idiot.
Xu Army: You’re the idiot.
Xiao Army: You’re the idiot.
“Quack quack quack quack!”
Xie Mi laughed like a duck, rolling on the floor pounding the ground.
But soon, she couldn’t laugh anymore.
Because a new fan group suddenly joined in.
Xie Army: Everyone shut up! Take a step back. You’re both idiots.
For once, the Xiao Army and Xu Army were united: Get lost!
Xie Mi: ‘6.’
See? This is why her fans were called insane. They just had to join the chaos.
‘Quack—’
WeChat notification popped up: [185 Purehearted College Guy] requests to add you as a friend.
Xie Mi’s eyes lit up. She sat up in a flash and accepted.
Before he could say anything, she struck first.
[I freaking hate cilantro]: Who are you, quack? (tilts head cutely, big sparkly cartoon eyes blinking, speaking in a lively loli voice with a smile)
[185 Purehearted College Guy]: ?
[I freaking hate cilantro]: Wh… why are you like this, quack? (round watery eyes wide open, little cherry mouth pouting into a heart shape, cheeks flushed pink)
[185 Purehearted College Guy]: ?
[I freaking hate cilantro]: Hmph, I’m ignoring you. (a thin blush creeps onto cheeks, she quickly turns away, then sneaks a glance back at you)
[185 Purehearted College Guy]: (takes off glasses) I really can’t do anything about you.
Xie Mi curled her lips into a mischievous smile.
Pretending to be a little loli really worked—he was clearly interested.
Now it was time to show her carefree side.
[I freaking hate cilantro]: Show me your abs.
The other side went silent.
Xie Mi was disappointed. She typed out a salty line—Oh, not giving? Fine, I didn’t really want to see anyway—and was about to send it when he suddenly sent a photo.
The background was a bathroom.
The man’s slender fingers lifted his shirt, revealing fair skin, smooth waistlines, and clearly defined abs. Loose sweatpants hung lazily on his hips.
She shot upright like a patient revived on their deathbed!!
[I freaking hate cilantro]: I was just testing you! And you actually sent it?! Where’s your shame? Where’s your morality? Where’s your address?!
[185 Purehearted College Guy]: [invites you to share location]
Without hesitation, Xie Mi tapped in.
Hey! Same city!
Wait, zoom in—pretty close by.
No way.
Wasn’t this… inside the same villa?!
“Teacher Xie.”
Someone called her downstairs.
She poked her head out from the rooftop and saw Shen Yanqing standing on the third-floor balcony, leisurely leaning against the railing, waving his phone at her.
“……” She broke out in a cold sweat.
‘Quack—’
Another WeChat notification.
[185 Purehearted College Guy]: I’m a little curious—what does Teacher Xie’s username mean?
[I freaking hate cilantro]: Check my first WeChat post and you’ll understand.
Shen Yanqing clicked in.
The latest post was from 3 AM yesterday.
[I freaking hate cilantro]: This ranked match—if I win, I’ll change my name to “Love Cilantro.” If I lose, it’s “Hate Cilantro.”
Shen Yanqing: “……”
Meanwhile, Xie Mi wasn’t idle either. She used this chance to click into Shen Yanqing’s Moments to see what kind of crazy things he usually posted.
Instead, she only found three strange posts.
The first was from 16 years ago: a photo of an apricot blossom tree by the roadside. The composition was terrible—the tree was shoved to the edge, while the empty road filled the center.
The second was from 12 years ago: another photo, this time of a park. Again, no subject, the framing a complete mess.
The third—and the last—was from eight years ago. Finally, not a landscape: it was a photo of Shen Yanqing himself.
He was still in high school uniform then, eyes shining with youthful light. He bit down on a fork, looking startled and shy at the camera, like he’d been snapped without warning.
Of course, the composition was crooked again. He was shoved entirely to the left, with massive blank space on the right.
After scrolling through, Xie Mi summed it up in one line: The photos are great. Don’t ever take them again.
‘Quack—’
A message from Shen Yanqing.
[185 Purehearted College Guy]: My new VR set just arrived. Wanna play?
[I freaking hate cilantro]: What games you got?
[185 Purehearted College Guy]: The full Ultraman vs. Little Monsters series.
[I freaking hate cilantro]: I’m in!
And so, gamer-girl Xie Mi showed up as promised, heading to the projection room on the second floor. Shen Yanqing had already set up the VR, and even prepared afternoon tea and cookies.
Such a homely man.
Xie Mi decided to forgive him for catfishing her just now.
